Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.